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"You look fucking sinful... I hope you know I'm not going to go easy on you. Remember your stop light colors, though." He unlocked his car as he headed toward it, moving in front of Luka now to open the back door and hold it for him, his eyes boring into the younger man's with a heated intensity that was uncommon to see in Wyatt's eyes out in public, in the daylight no less. He stepped around, herding Luka toward the open door and briefly pressing him against the side of the car. "I want you to get in the back, though... I don't need distractions while driving, so I need you to sit back here. And while we're driving there, you're going to be touching your cock and edging yourself for me. Are we still green?"

"That was the plan, sir, and I wouldn't want it any other say. And understood, sir. Stoplights." Since Wyatt was staring directly at Luka, the Dominant could see the clear confusion the spread over his face once he realized he was being ushered into the back seat of Wyatt's vehicle. Luka briefly wondered if Wyatt was going to fuck him in the back of the car, even though it would have been very cramped since neither one of them was remotely slight. Confusion turned into a small pout when Luka found out that he was going to have to sit in the backseat by himself, but his pouting didn't last long as Wyatt revealed the rest of his plan. "Absolutely green, sir."

As Wyatt's lips met his own, Luka eagerly returned the kiss as he licked his way into the other man's mouth. He was initially worried that he'd have to wait until they got to Wyatt's house to get his lips on the Dominant, so Luka made sure to get his fill while he could. Once he was buckled into the back seat, he normally would have adjusted his hard cock to be slightly more comfortable, but since that's obviously not what Wyatt wanted, he left it alone - for now at least. Even though Wyatt wouldn't be able properly watch any show that Luka was going to put on, he still didn't want the other man to miss anything, so he waited until Wyatt was in the car with him before doing anything.

Because he was already so worked up, he knew it wouldn't take him too long to get close to the edge, so he kept his initially touches over his jeans, giving his cock a few hard squeezes as he let out a low moan. "Fuck, sir. You have me so worked up already fuck knows how many times I'm going to edge myself before we get there." Luka never claimed to be a patient person, in fact, quite the opposite was true, so he quickly decided that his cock needed a direct touch. He made quick work of the button and zipper of his pants and then pulled his cock free of his briefs. He gave himself a few dry stokes before bringing his hand up to this mouth so that he could lick his palm. The added moisture around his length caused another moan to escape him as he felt his balls begin to tighten up.

Wyatt had a problem. A serious problem, in fact. This problem had to do with a nearly empty document opened on his laptop that he had been trying to write for the next town hall meeting coming up. A major cause for this problem? The stunningly beautiful submissive currently ringing up a customer maybe 20 feet away. The one wearing eyeliner and pants that he had to know how good they looked. It was outrageous, in fact, to feel this fixated on a clothed ass that he had already seen naked. It wasn't like he had to imagine what was underneath, but somehow the fact that it was covered up had him obsessing maybe more than if Luka was just naked in the shop. Okay, that was hyperbole, because surely he wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes, let alone an hour, without doing anything about it if that were the case.

So, instead, he was locked in a war with his responsible side versus his lust... and damn if he wasn't counting the fucking minutes until Mark would come in for the remainder of the day. In the past, Wyatt might have left Luka working there a couple more hours even as he left his assistant in charge. However, he had now acquired... a taste for Luka. He used to be stronger against it, but much like an addiction, continued exposure... use... had kicked up a craving, and he had metaphorically edged himself by doing no more than commenting that Luka looked "good" wearing eyeliner, but today? Today the implications were making him hotter under the collar than usual. And perhaps he was feeling an urge to see something beautiful wrecked.

He was able to pull himself together once Mark came in, shutting his laptop and giving him a quick overview of the day. "It's been fairly uneventful, so I don't think you'll need Luka..." Me, however. He caught the last moment of Mark's look at him, since he had been in the moment before staring holes into the submissive, holes he was hoping to bury his teeth into, his nails, fingers, anything. He didn't feel embarrassed by being clocked by his assistant, though, he didn't have it in him to feel one iota of shame as he said goodnight to Mark after putting his laptop away in a messenger bag and bee-lined for Luka, who had his back turned to him.

All of that seemed to have been thrown out the window after their last text thread though. Just to simply piss off his parents, Luka had gone through an emo phase, so he already knew he looked good in eyeliner. However, that had been several years ago, so it wasn't something that he kept on hand. Right after their texts wound down and he knew that Wyatt wouldn't be opposed to him wearing it, Luka ran out to drug store after his classes to pick some up. While he was there, he also decided to grab some non-waterproof mascara to really emphasize any tears.

It wasn't like Luka and Wyatt didn't have sexy conversations in the past, but since there was no definitive plan of when it was going to happen, this one just seemed to hit Luka harder. If Wyatt wanted to, he could have waited weeks or months before putting their plan in motion, but Luka was doing to do anything and everything in his power to make sure that didn't happen. Before he headed to the book store, Luka made sure to put on his eyeliner and mascara. Since he felt like he was revisiting his emo era, Luke decided to go all in by throwing on an all-black outfit, making sure the pants were tighter than usual, with a thick silver chain. He also wanted to go the extra mile and quickly opened himself up so that he could work one of his more comfortable plugs inside of him.

Text: They can pair you up to do scenes but I do not put my dick in ugly. If I deign to make it sexual, it'll be just on their side, I don't want them getting a taste of me, literally or figuratively.

Text: Seems like that's something else we're very like-minded about. Just the thought of someone I don't deem worthy being able to say they've done anything sexually with me makes me want to puke.

Text: How many times have you *had* to fuck anyone? I've certainly never *had* to fuck anyone I didn't find attractive.

Text: I'm picky as fuck so none, sir. But I do know sometimes the school will pair you up with some rando for a scene, so I kind of thought you might have bit the bullet at least once in your life and fucked someone that you normally wouldn't bother with for added points.

Text: Pied is part of the WAM and not the clown one? Or is it both? Sounds like both. I suppose there's also some degradation kink in there as well, pushing someone's head down into a pie... then there's the gasping for breath aspect. I guess you can find your own kinks in most anything.

Text: I mean, I guess that's something that could fit both kinks. It would also help if you had to fuck someone that's ugly since their face would be covered in pie shit.

Text: Slime? Oh, we're talking about the badly abbreviated "WAM"... okay, so maybe I'm not as into it as I thought, because I'd prefer the word "slime" never go near sexual encounters, actually. I'll stick with food-based products, and maybe avoid the "completely covered" aspect, as well.

Text: Well the wiki did mention being pied as part of that kink, so there's at least some food based options. However, instead of having a pie thrown at me, I'd rather just be covered in whipped cream or something.

Text: According to Wiki though, smearing clown make-up wouldn't really cut it unless it was the consistency of slime and you completely covered me in it, which doesn't sound too appealing.

Text: I'm probably the lightest skinned person in our household, so clearly you're not that picky about it. Well, Lucy might be competition, but it's hard to tell if that's just because her darker eyes make the contrast more stark.

Text: Appearance is, in this case, most important. I can make sure they're not unattractive in personality ahead of time, but I'm not going to be asking you to jump into conversation first thing... so yeah, you getting hot and eager to be fucked based on physical attraction would help.

Text: I don't know... I think Sir Harrison has a lighter complexion than you, but since you've seen way more of him than I have, I'll take your word on it.

Text: Well, yeah, as long as I don't have to really listen to anyone talk then I'm totally good to go with looks only. But like not to stroke your ego or anything, but as long as you'd be in my eyesight, it wouldn't take much to get me eager.

Text: Or is there certain things that turn you off, about someone? Or turn you on, if that's easier.

Text: Again, we're not talking about me, I'm curious about your tastes in other people for the purpose of, well, curating other people.

Text: As vain as I am, I'm honestly more turned off by someone's personality than how they look. Being around rich snobs all my life who think they are god's gift to everyone and treat pretty much anyone they feel are beneath them like shit is an instant boner killer for me.